Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

Stacy and I are on a snow trip with Dan and Syl. We’ve got a giant tub that we’ve made punch in and dropped a yard long chunk of ice that we picked up off the ground. I feel that it’s dirty. A snowball fight ensues but we’re in a parking lot, and the snow is grey. I realize I’m not prepared with decent gear for the cold, no scarf, light socks, no gloves. The cabin is like our bungalow and I can’t remember if the door in my room leads to the bathroom or the adjacent bedroom (it’s the bathroom). 

Too early in the morning to psychoanalyze.